Well, I had a nice blog post all prepped for you to see, but blogger won't let me upload pictures this morning. Grrrr! So, we'll have to make do with text only. But you know me -- never at a loss for words!
Actually, I had planned to voice these sentiments, just not quite yet. But here's what I have to say:
And I say that with great hesitation, because we have a proverb in our family: "There are no bored people, only boring people." The idea is this: if you feel bored, it's probably because you're boring, and you need to work on that.
(Well, I may have that problem too.)
But seriously, I need more to do. For the past two years, I haven't been in the classroom. And that's okay. That was occasionally stressful on the family, because I'm rather a devoted classroom teacher, and I tend to overdo. And during the homeschooling year, I have stuff to do.
But in the summer? Eh. Even the laundry (only Adam's and mine, because I've trained my kids to do their own), and cooking (but the kids do all the clean up, because I've trained them .... yeah), and Adam cooks some too.
During previous summers, lounging in the pool for 2 hours each afternoon felt delicious, because I'd worked hard during the school year, and I deserved that lounging. But now? I feel like a lazy slug. And I Do Not Like that feeling.
I'm spending time reading (on the couch), blogging (on the couch), napping (on the couch). Ugh. I'm tired of the couch. I've played the piano a bit, and I'm contemplating sewing, but those are hobbies.
I don't want hobbies. I want to work. I don't mean outside-the-home necessarily. I just want to be useful. I'm feeling very useless lately. Like God has told me, "Wait, child." And I'm tired of waiting. I want to do something.
My 17, 19, and 20 year olds are pretty much independent, and I'm glad of it. That's what we trained them for. Even Julia doesn't take too much looking after. Cook for them regularly, and they're all happy :)
So, this morning I pulled out the nemesis, uh, I mean, The Book. (Not the Bible, guys, although I read that too.) The book I wrote, and finished, and then edited, and then had edited by Adam, and then lost. Now I've found it again, and Adam has told me, "If you want to work at something useful and productive, go edit that book!" He means it.
I made a start. A start is good. I'm thinking that, at this point, in order not to be afraid of The Book, I have decided not to try to publish it the traditional way. That's just too overwhelming to contemplate. If Adam ever does read it and say, "Okay, it's good. It's finished," then I'll opt for self-publishing.
That's all for now. I'll be back when the photos decide they'll cooperate.